My eldest sister, bless her, is doing the funny walk again, I notice, as if she's been practicing the cha-cha for a dance competition for seniors. She tries to hide it by walking slower, but I hear the little groans when she sits down. They're a dead giveaway – she's having more of her Humpty Dumpty days. Again.
It's a family trait, this. We won't fetch a ladder to reach something high up.